So they rode the sea,It went on and onThey were years awayThough it seemed so longBut the captain never told them what he knewAs the poor ship laboured on through the endless blue.Oh the storm was strongAnd the ship was so frailBut they stumbled onRaising broken sails,And they held the heavy sky on their open handsAnd they dreamed of when their poor feet would touch the land.Baby, we're going round in circles!

Where is this place we're going to?Does anybody know we're out here on the waves?And are any of our signals coming through?We're going 'round in circles.

We have no single point of view.And like the clouds that turn to every passing wind,We turn to any signal that comes through.At the edge of the seaWere the signs of the dove -But the wrong way outAnd the wrong way up.We pushed the empty frame of reason out the cabinet door,No we won't be needing reason anymore.Ooh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah.